Take a Knife

This short poem is about self-harm.

She picked up the knife

Everything's wrong nothing's right

Take a deep breath and let the blade lead the way

Will I live another day

Blood pouring from her wrist

Staining the sink

A stinging pain she can't think

Why is a question we all ask ourselves one time or another

Will pills take the pain away

The ringing noise in her ears

I don't want to live another day

So keep cutting deeper with tears flowing down her face

Look in the mirror

A bigger disgrace

Cut 2 or 3 more times

Cover it up with your sleeve

Unlock the bathroom door

And actually breathe

Author's Note

Trigger Warning- if you are triggered by self-harm or depression, DON'T READ!

Reviews

[winter;lyra]

Aye I loved this, because it actually made me feel something while still being amazed by the word-orchestra - this is the kind of poetry I like - one that's not touched by the emotions portayed will still feel the pleasure of the harmony beteween the words (and the other way around)

Also I like the way you handled the introdution and the conclusion - the first three opening lines and the last three ending ones actually feel like doors, of course, as it should, but in this case it feels way more real than anything I've read and/or written

good job~